Moore entered the Golden Horse, but because he had not officially joined the ship and could not be treated as a naval officer, he was allowed to stay on the ship and do whatever he wanted.
Except for some important places that cannot be visited, Moore can visit everywhere.
But more often than not, he made an exception and entered Clow's office.
This is not the case that Clow believes in metaphysics and wants Moore to use his own bad luck to force him to complete his goal.
It's just that the messengers he intended must be familiar with some business, well, that's it.
In the office, Kuro looked at the man standing at the door, who seemed to be doing his duty faithfully.
"I said, how long have you been in the New World?"
no response.
Moore opened his eyes and seemed to be looking at something. His eyes were staring in one direction without moving.
"Moore?"
"Humph."
A burst of snoring sounded from Moore's nose, and his head was moving bit by bit, and a snot bubble emerged from his nostrils.
A vein appeared on Qrow's forehead. As soon as he moved his finger, the pen on the table flew up and stabbed Moore.
Snapped.
The pen tip popped his snot bubbles and penetrated into his nostrils.
"Ouch!"
Moore screamed in pain, touched his nose with his backhand, and pulled out the pen.
"Ah, Lieutenant General Kuro, I'm standing guard." He was stunned for a moment, then said with a serious face.
"You think I'm blind?"
Kuro raised his eyebrows, waved his hands and said helplessly: "You guy, please pay attention, you are not a navy yet."
Moore is very lazy, incredibly lazy.
During the past few days while sailing on the sea, even Kuro had heard about it.
He basically slept on the boat, or just lay there and looked at the sky. He looked quite melancholy, but when asked, his head was empty.
And it's very greasy. Even if Kikyo couldn't hear Moore clearly, he would always say "No oil is needed for cooking" when looking at him.
Sloppy, dirty, and greasy, just like a middle-aged man who has lost his dream. Sorry, no need to be like this, this is a middle-aged man who has lost his dream.
"I asked you how long you have been in the New World."
"A few months, not that long."
Moore yawned and said: "At that time, we were planning to use Grand Harbor as a base to radiate outwards. No matter what the saint, Saria thought that if we let everyone nearby be dealt with first, we would start
It will make things more convenient, and of course, it is also to target you."
Zaria had a plan, she didn't just find a place to rest.
It was really aimed at the vicinity of G-3.
There aren't many pirates near G-3, and the navy at its base is famous, which can serve as a deterrent to many pirates.
If G-3's navy is completely eliminated, and then freed up to deal with the nearby pirates, this area will fall into their hands. Then slowly, it will affect the surrounding area locally.
But before the first step was completed, Kuro came to the door.
“Quite an idea”
Hearing Moore's words, Kuro shook his head and said disdainfully: "It's just a bit naive. Once the navy knows the news, of course it won't give up. Once we react, no matter who is sent here, this matter will not end well.
.”
Even if Clow wasn't here, once this matter made the headquarters feel something was wrong and sent a lieutenant general over, it would be a matter of time before they were exposed.
Even if Sariya was lucky and used his ability to influence a lieutenant general, the lieutenant general's abnormality would still be discovered by the headquarters.
Then the elite will come.
At that time, Sariah will still be finished.
If it doesn't end well, the general will come.
"You have been in the New World for a few months. Do you know of any pirates or other things that you should pay attention to around here?" Qrow asked.
Moore thought for a while and said: "That's not true. The area around G-3 is quite safe, but elsewhere. The pirates in the New World are different from ordinary pirate groups. These pirates are very scary. Almost everyone in
The surviving pirates in the new world have their own territory."
This is true.
Unlike the pirate groups in Paradise or Shikai, the pirates in the New World are different.
It's different from the one where you start with a ship and your reputation depends entirely on grabbing it. Although it's the same way, the new world is much more dangerous.
Almost all pirate forces here have their own territory.
With the territory as the center and radiating outward, criminal groups are formed.
The largest criminal group among them is the 'Four Emperors', and their power is the strongest in the New World.
But others cannot be underestimated.
Anyone who is powerful under the eyes of the Navy and the Four Emperors is not easy to mess with.
"Do you know who the pirates who bombarded G-3 are?" Kuro asked.
"Eh? Was G-3 bombarded? Or was it a pirate?"
Moore was stunned for a moment, "That place seems to be the territory of the naval hero Garp, right?"
Even if he doesn't pay much attention to major events in the sea, he still knows who Garp is.
"I have resigned. This place is mine now."
Cullo took out a box of cigars, threw one at Moore, and then took out another and lit it himself. Sparks appeared at the end of the cigar, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.
"I have lost face. I will find a way to get it back. Otherwise, if the news of G-3 being bombarded spreads again, those pirates will definitely be ready to take action. In that case."
"Ah, that sounds annoying."
Moore took what Kuro said, raised a thumbs up, and grinned: "I understand you!"
A smile appeared on Qrow's lips.
Another factor why he kept Moore was this.
Finally, someone in this world finally understands what he is thinking!
It's not promotion, it's not fame, it's not for justice!
He just wants to live a safe and comfortable life.
Moore, on the other hand, exactly understands this aspect. This middle-aged loser with a lazy face understands very well what Clow, who is also a 'middle-aged loser', is thinking.
Huh? Those in their twenties are not considered middle-aged losers?
In the eyes of the teenagers in the previous life, those in their twenties are almost dead, right?
"But I really don't know, because I returned the power of 'Sloth' to Sariah a long time ago, and I have never acted alone. I have always been guarding in front of the Iron Maiden."
Moore shrugged, put the cigar thrown by Clow into his mouth, picked up the match and lit it, "Oh, good stuff, as expected, being a navy is great."
"You don't need to be 'lazy', you look very lazy, so if you want to sleep, just find a place to sleep by yourself."
"Eh? Is it so good? Uncle, don't I have to pretend to be on guard?" Moore said expectantly.
Kuro waved his hand to signal Moore to leave, then lay back, picked up a report, and narrowed his eyes.
"Brother Yixiao, we have already left for Dressrosa."
"A smile?"
Lida, who was eating snacks on the sofa, was stunned, "Fujitora? What is he doing there?"
"Sent by Marshal Sakaski."
Kuro bit his cigar and said, "That flamingo tried to abdicate and resign. The headquarters wants to confirm the situation. However, it has nothing to do with me."